Volume 1 Chapter 26: Men Are Not Worth Mentioning Compared to a Career

"How is the eldest master of the Ji family doing these past two days? Any headaches, fevers, or nausea?" She felt a lingering sense of unease as she asked.

To be honest, she felt some sympathy for him now. Given his family, his health, the troubles he faced, and his... sentimentality, he was somewhat pitiable. However, she would not force herself to love him simply because she now inhabited his wife's body.

A sudden wave of resentment washed over her, and she replied coldly, "Rest assured, I will know how to handle things from now on." The sympathy she had felt for him earlier vanished. How ridiculous—she was feeling sorry for others when she should be feeling sorry for herself.

The four of them scrambled up from their stools, shouting a chaotic mix of "Amitabha," "Amen," and "Allah," before rushing into Lao Yi's room.

As Ye Ci approached the priest group, she turned on her video recording. She wanted to capture the entire tactical layout of Shengshi. Although imitation was not particularly clever, learning from an opponent's strengths to improve one's own abilities was a perfectly normal tactic.

"General, are you saying they want to conquer us? Aren't they all just merchants?" Mu Liangzi asked, still doubtful.

As the sound of hoofbeats rang out, the atmosphere in the room froze. The expressions on everyone's faces turned tense in an instant, though they quickly forced a relaxed look that appeared incredibly unnatural.

Yuanbao was momentarily speechless. She hadn't seen wrong; a look of guilt and panic had flashed across the woman's face, though it lasted only a second before she smiled again.

The middle-aged man's eyelids twitched and suddenly snapped open. A cold light shot out, piercing straight into my eyes.

"Senior, have you ever seen power like this before?" Nanli Ying felt goosebumps rise on her skin. Suppressing the discomfort in her body and soul, she asked. Perhaps realizing the difficulty of being out in the world, her tone had lost a hint of its usual distance.

The disciples looked at one another, their eyes filled with disbelief. A cultivator's constitution is unique; talent is far more important than hard work. Some cultivators could practice day and night and still not gain as much progress in a month as others did in half an hour. That was the gap, and that was the reality.

Her heart felt incredibly warm; he was so attentive, so attentive that it moved her. She understood that she was already exhausted, and this was without even carrying her luggage.

The young fortune-teller held the tip of the blade, still stained with blood, before his eyes and closed them. He began to chant, reciting a long, strange passage that no one could hear clearly or understand.

Consort Xuan gripped her fists tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably. The moment Ugly Slave collapsed, two lines of clear tears streamed down her face.

Xia Mangqian’s second avatar was kept behind by the Xia Emperor to discuss how to handle the incoming armies. Inside the quiet room...

Before he knew it, it was already four or five in the afternoon. Chen Anquan took a bottle of purified water and downed the 300ml in one gulp, then tore open a bread wrapper and finished the bread in a few quick bites.

The news spread rapidly, and the faces of the group turned deathly pale. The smooth road they had expected had become a dead end; it was enough to ruin anyone's mood.

Xu Jingchang hurried into the palace, with Zhu Gaoxu following closely behind. Zhu Yong followed as well, but when they reached the Left Prosperity Gate, the boy—being only a thousand-man commander—had no clearance to enter. He stomped his feet and cursed in frustration until the palace guards and eunuchs dragged him aside to teach him etiquette.

He moved to another spot to continue sunning himself, taking the time to tidy his appearance while waiting for the God of Slaughter to come and claim his life.

"Aren't you worried that Shen Huai will be angry because you haven't given her a title?" Lin Yao asked Mu Yin with an expectant look, as if watching a show.

Because Tie Hao saw traces of his Senior Brother Mo Ye in Su Zhe, he spent several days wearing a foolish grin like the simple-minded son of a wealthy landlord.

Gao Cheng said nothing, knowing that if it were him, he might have ended up with the same result. Wang Congrong, however, focused on encouragement, hoping they would continue to improve.

This spot happened to be a sensitive area for Shen Wan. He kissed it firmly, and Shen Wan felt a tingling numbness rush through her skin, tendons, and bones, her mind going blank in an instant.

Though the Master of Yushen Manor was tyrannical, he was known as both the "Asura" and the "Ghost Crone," meaning his mind was exceptionally deep.

Magistrate Zhou had already been a great help by taking down the troublemaking Fierce Fire Gang and having Captain Chen interrogate the mastermind behind them. One shouldn't be too selfish and push Magistrate Zhou into the fire.

Perhaps there was hope that the Emperor could be persuaded to name Xie Jingyan the Crown Prince directly, sparing him from having to raise an army to rebel as he did in his past life.

I lowered my head, suppressing the discomfort in my heart, placed the drum in the box, and ran out of the dormitory.

Inside, every high-status master was linked to a face-slapping incident involving the Big Boss Sister. They were either having their own faces slapped and their masks torn off, or they were helping the Big Boss Sister slap the faces of everyone else present.

Manager Zhou saw all of this. Besides, the Prince had already gone as far as forging a death-immunity token and defying an imperial decree to save the heir of the Prince of Yanping; serving a few meals was nothing. Moreover, these gentlemen were not the type to be lacking in food.

"Kill!" Li Yi wanted to finish the battle quickly, but since the creature had been sent to track them, its speed was formidable. It was impossible for Li Yi to kill it in a short time.

Raging fury erupted from Xu Muzhou’s eyes. That murderous aura spread instantly to the surroundings, causing the nearby senior students to frown as they looked over.

When the Heart-Cutting Blade struck, it seemed to lock onto the entire world, leaving no room for escape. No matter where one fled, the result would be the same.

Freed from her restraints, Chen Meng scrambled to escape. But with Su Xinze blocking the doorway, she could only retreat into a corner. Perhaps Chen Meng felt more secure hiding there.

Song Anran signaled to Xiqiu. Xiqiu then handed out a list of rewards and punishments to everyone. What rewards came from doing things right, and what punishments followed doing things wrong—every point was clearly written out.

Furthermore, this damned fatty valued his life too much; he protected his vitals so tightly that he would rather take a few extra sword strikes than leave an opening.

Xia Xin pondered: the reason these heroes were so powerful was simply because he played them often. The reason he played them often had nothing to do with their strength, but purely because Xia Ye liked these cute, good-looking characters.

The eight men roared in agony; they had endured two hundred percent of the power of those potent tear gas canisters.

Ye'er was stiff as wood, yet tears streamed down her face. She struggled desperately, unwilling to let Ning Tao kneel—she would rather die than allow it.

Xia Xin crashed headfirst into Xia Shiqi's chest, hitting a remarkably soft spot, as a graceful fragrance rushed into his senses.

"Since there is currently no war in the world of the living, I intend to send you all into the Underworld to help me expand my territory there. After ten thousand years of rest and recuperation, I believe it is time for you to stir once more. But before that, I will allow you to enter the reincarnation of dreams once again. Whether you can achieve a breakthrough depends on your own fortune." Liu Xie looked at the crowd and said in a deep voice.